Birdie's POV:
"That always made you smile." Lydia said and slumped her shoulders. She held three apples in her hand which she had been juggling a minute ago.
"I'm sorry." I replied. My voice sounded melodramatic, and it wasn't my intention.
We were out in the field on your lunch break. My food laid on my lap, the sandwich and water untouched. It was my favorite sandwich — avocado and shrimp. But I couldn't bring myself to take a bite out of it.
Lydia stared at me, her chocolate brown eyes full of worry, a full crease on her brows. "Birdie. What's the matter? You've been gloomy ever since the ball. Did something happen?"
I shook my head. "No." I brought the sandwich up to my lips and tried to take a bite. The smell of it made me nauseous. "Nothing happened."
Lydia took the plate out
